IN WHICH...
"You don't love him Nancy! You know that as much as I do! He's hurting, let him go. Just admit that you're in love with Johnathan and let Steve go." Rose doesn't know why she's fighting so hard for this. Nancy huffs out a breath of air...
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Rose slid on her black dress. It ended right above her knee, and had thin elbow length sleeves with lace touches. Eleven helped her zip it up, the girl doing the same for El.
El had on another black dress that had no sleeves. Rose sat Eleven on her bed, having the girls back face her. Taking thr brush and sliding it through the girls curls. She took some of her curl product that she gave to El, rubbing it into her hair. Eleven glanced back patting a hand to her hair.
Rose offered her a small smile pulling up own hair to be half up.
"Girls, we should get going soon." Eleven hopped off the bed going down the ladder. Rose stood up pacing as she tied her rubber band around her brown hair. She glanced in her mirror she leaned on top of her dresser against the wall. She adjusted it, swallowing thickly. She breathed out slowly putting on a few of Jeans rings, and a thin metal bracelet. Bending down to the foot of her bed she grabbed her black flats.
Rose held them on her hand tossing them over the railing. Jim adjusted his tie, wiping a fuz from his shoulder. Rose climbed down sliding on her shoes. She pushed down her dress wordlessly nodding.
Eleven tugged open the door going out to the truck. Jim waited for Rose, then locked the cabin behind.
Rose kept fidgeting with her rings climbing into the truck after El. Jim sighed pulling himself up into the truck slamming the door. Rose kept staring out the window, spinning the silver ring around her finger.
Jim pulled out, driving towards the cemetery.
Rose watched the trees go by, the early morning settle over Hawkins. She chewed on her lip refusing to cry. She's cried too much. Jim stopped at a light glancing over at the silent teen. Eleven glanced up at him giving him a sad look. Rose hasn't spoken all morning. She had spent an hour of her time getting ready trying to cover her scar. Eleven had climbed up to her room seeing the girl smudging at her neck. Frustrated tears sliding down her cheeks. El had taken her hands wiping the makeup off her scar that went across her neck.
Jim sighed, putting a hand to his hair leaning it on the window, driving again. Rose chewed on the inside of her lip, the supermarket going by, the movie store, the movie theater, all leading them closer to the Hawkins Memorial.
There were only a few cars in the lot when they got in. Not many people were coming to the funeral, all the people that knew Jean were all there the day she died, they know the real story as to how. Maybe some random coworkers come, and people from high school. Jim parked up by the door to the cemetery building where the funeral service will be held.
Rose wordlessly got out, wrapping her arms around her stomach. Jim walked around the truck, sliding his keys into his jacket pocket.
He wrapped his arm around the teen trying to offer some sort of comfort. Rose accepted it leaning into him slightly. He pulled the door open Eleven walking in to hold the next one.
